It's probably best to reach the end
And do your best to just pretend
That you and I were never even there
Instead of falling on my sword
I sing and play my omnichord
I'd love to make you listen
But there's too much competition
Each day I travel cattle class
Without the blinkers or the grass
And city boys can't even wear a mask
The compensation's very poor
I cannot do it anymore
I'm broke, depressed and ill and
Worried for my children
But if I learnt to play the bones
And people heard my dulcet tones
Perhaps they'd pay a tenner on the door
Then at the end give a big hand
And step right up to my merch stand
Make me feel accomplished for a while
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from A Thing To Be,
released February 22, 2022
Written by A Moore.